Battle For The Womb (2 page)

Veronica caught only a glimpse of her imminent future
before the alien took her to her own metal rack. She turned to look
at him, in his eyes and asked him, “Why?”

He held out his hand, placing it on her head. His
hand and arm began to radiate with an electric blue glow, it traced
through his body and into his brain. Veronica was frozen still.

She felt an electric shock and an undefinable sucking
sensation in her mind, fleeting thoughts and memories from her past
flashed like a slide show run too fast, the pace of her memory flow
matching the intensity of the blue electricity shooting through the
alien’s body.

He removed his hand from her head, successfully
copying her mind into a small portion of his.

“Veronica,” he said, “My name is Grear, and we are
the Ghoma. I can feel your fear. Fear not, I understand. We only
wish to study you, not to hurt you.”

Veronica pointed to the others, “But they are
screaming!” she said, placing her hands to her ears, hoping that if
she could block the sound she could block the reality.

“They don’t understand their importance,” he said,
“It hasn’t been explained to them like I will to you. Their
memories of this experience, like yours, will soon be erased. They
will only remember the extreme weather. They are important to the
future of humanity. That is all I can tell you right now.”

Veronica had no choice but to trust this tight lipped
reptilian creature. He walked to her, placing his hand on her
neck.

She looked at the metal rack in front of her, every
inch of her body fearful for what was to come next. There was a
thick, clear substance on it.

“Hold out your arms,” he said, picking her up by her
throat. He placed her back on the metal, her skin instantly
attaching to the adhesive. He moved to her arms, stretching them
out and pressing them against adhesive metal. He then moved her
legs into place, splitting them wide open and attaching them. She
looked like an apparition from Leonardo Davinci’s worst
nightmare.

Grear came up close to her face, “There,” he said,
“It’s not so bad is it?”

A Thorough Examination

“Grear,” she said, “Get me off of this contraption at
once!”

“It’s not time,” he said, “We aren’t done with you,
we haven’t even started.”

She heard a slithering noise behind her. She looked
down to see a large, thick creature moving across the floor. It
maneuvered its way up her legs, tightening itself against her skin
like a boa constrictor, lighting up in bursts of neon light with
each thump of her pulse.

She could feel sweat pouring out of her glands; she
looked like she just climbed out of a shower. Grear came up beside
her, stroking his finger against her skin and tasting her
sweat.

Another slithering creature slowly ascended her other
leg. Two more encircled around her arms, weaving in between her
breasts. Another coiled around her neck, entering her mouth and
descending into her throat as she gagged and choked before it
pulled out, covered in mucus. A smaller creature crawled over and
around her waist, aiming for something more private. It traced down
her lower abdomen, tickling her stomach and pubic area. She
clenched her pussy with all her might.

She looked at Grear and panicked, trying as best she
could to talk, the tight constriction around her neck making it
difficult. “What is this,” she said, “where is it going!?”

“Your womb,” he said, “And I would advise you not to
fight it. Relax, these creatures mean only to study you.”

Her kegel muscles gave way as the tentacle pressed
her vaginal opening which was dry and inhospitable. The tentacle
began to stroke her clit, rubbing it softly.

Veronica began to moan, her vagina beginning to
moisten and flood. The tentacle tried to enter her again, this time
using her lubricant to ease its way inside.

She felt her pussy being stretched open as the
creature slithered its way inside of her and expanded. She felt
full, the skin of the creature stroking her insides like some
devious vibrator. She could feel its muscles flexing and relaxing
as it moved around inside of her vagina, analyzing her womb and
related organs.

The creature injected a rush of fluid into her womb.
Veronica gasped as she felt it course through her lower abdomen. At
first it was cold, then it began to warm as the sensation settled
near her ovaries which began to vibrate and pulse; she could almost
sense the eggs jarring loose and descending down her tubes.

She felt an intense sexual stimulus inside of her as
the creature swelled larger in size, gobbling up her eggs, fluid
and skin cells. Her pussy began to leak, dripping on to the metal
floor in large, ropy droplets which coalesced into a small
pool.

Grear watched her struggling with the alien pleasure
and moved forward, kneeling underneath her and swiping his thick
finger into the liquid. He stared at her and rubbed his fingers
together with her lubricant. He moved closer, taking his lubricated
finger and circling it around her anus. Circle, after circle, after
circle, increasing the pressure with each stroke as the tense band
of muscle holding her asshole shut began to open.

Veronica could feel Grear’s breath against her face
as she stared into his eyes. She exhaled and he pushed inside of
her, his finger gliding in with ease, stretching her asshole wide
open as he ascended her back passage.

Veronica moaned in pleasure. With what little freedom
she had she moved into the alien sensations. The tentacle inside
her began to twist and pump, rubbing against her uterus; it felt
like no other experience in the world.

Grear kept pumping her anus, slowly and deeply. He
matched each ascension of his finger with her outbreaths. He
brought his glistening finger out once more, this time adding a
second finger to it and plunging them both deeply inside of
her.

Veronica cried out in ecstasy. It felt like Quinn
when he was inside of her on Earth; it drove her crazy when he took
her butthole with passion and lust. She missed him, she missed this
sacred sensation. She tried to block out the alien and concentrate
on the pleasure.

The tentacle in her pussy began to pump harder,
faster. Veronica couldn’t fight it; she felt a quick burst of
muscle spasm. She was going to cum.

Grear plunged deeper inside of her, thrusting in and
out of her asshole. She could not resist the delight which had
forced its way upon her, inside her, and all around her. Her body
contracted violently as she screamed in intergalactic ecstasy. Not
even Quinn could make her cum like this.

Grear brought his fingers out of her ass and brought
them to his nose, taking a deep whiff of her insides, the
pheromones from her flora causing him to shiver with delight. He
could sense how healthy she was, her immune system at optimum
functioning.

The tentacle from her vagina spilled out, covered in
her girly goo. The creature had grown thicker and glowed in an
orange hue, packed full of Veronica’s genetic material.

Grear picked the bloated creature up and began to
walk away.

“Grear!” Veronica yelled, “Don’t leave me!”

He said nothing. He turned his back to her and
disappeared as she felt her energy waning. She felt connected to
him, she wanted more. Her eyes blinked until they couldn’t anymore.
She drifted away, lost in an unknown ship and trapped against her
will.

Brought To Ecstasy By A Memory

Grear began to tap Veronica on her forehead, slowly
waking her up.

Veronica’s eyes opened wide as he watched her, her
dreamless, unencumbered sleep officially interrupted.

“Veronica,” he said, “There is something I must tell
you. The Ghoma have been watching your civilization evolve since
the first stone pyramids were constructed thousands of years ago in
Mesoamerica. We were alerted to your progress again when you
discovered faster than light travel.

“At this point, most civilizations we have
encountered disintegrate. They are unable to handle the
consequences of the technology. We have come to check in and to
intervene if necessary; to protect you from yourselves.”

Veronica was tired, barely able to speak, “Why?” she
said, “I don’t understand, everything is fine on Earth.”

“Interstellar travel and technology changes
everything,” he said, “In almost all societies the men leave to
replenish the resources drained to achieve this level of
advancement. There are great die offs of the male population
causing drastic evolutionary shifts. Women fail to find suitable
mates, and by the time they do, if they do, their bodies have
changed at a molecular level. It starts with fertility problems but
escalates exponentially. As time goes on it reaches the point where
men and women are no longer able to reproduce. From here, there are
two scenarios. The species dies off, or the species splits,
creating warring factions which battle for territory. Every time,
on every planet, it’s the same story.”

“Is that what is wrong with me? Is that why I can’t
have children?” she said, “Am I evolving?”

“Veronica, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I am
just going to tell you what I have found in my analysis of your
genetic material.”

“I’m worried,” she said, “This doesn’t sound
good.”

“We have analyzed thousands of women over the past
three days; their eggs, their wombs, their chromosomal and genetic
coding. All are starting to evolve; branches of junk DNA are
splintering out looking for new ground to dig in, just like we have
seen in other species elsewhere in the universe.”

“I am sensing a ‘but’,” she said.

“But Veronica, you aren’t human.”

“What do you mean!?” she said, “What do you mean I’m
not human?! How could you say such a thing after treating me like
this?! Let me down from here!”

“Veronica, calm down, please. I’ve looked at your DNA
under our most powerful microscope. You are every bit a human from
the outside and even to a cellular level, but that is where the
similarities stop. Instead of amino acid pairs, your DNA is
comprised of nanomachines, smaller than any we have ever
encountered. Our technology is unable to decode what these
nanomachines are programmed to do, they are far too advanced. This
technology is not of Earth, and it is not of our creation. I must
meet the man that designed you,” he said.

“You abduct me from Earth against my will and you
tell me I’m a robot; that I’m not human!? I don’t trust you-” Grear
cut her off mid-sentence.

“Why would I lie?” he said, “All the other women from
Earth have been returned to their homes, this experience wiped from
their memories. You are the only one left. I want to understand
this technology and I will let you go.”

“Why? Of what use is it to you?” she said.

“If we can understand a technology such as this we
can use it to help prevent the calamities we have seen time and
time again throughout the cosmos, and you can be a part of that
change. I’ll leave that decision up to you.”

Veronica felt her mind expanding into realms unknown.
Grear’s story made sense. It explained everything, well, almost
everything.

“Wait,” she said. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“What do you mean?” he said.

“I have a father. How can I be a robot if I have a
father and a lifetime of memories to support that claim?”

Grear walked toward her and brought a small laser
into his hand. He pinpointed it at the metal, warming it, the heat
releasing her body from the adhesive as she fell to the floor.

He went to his knees, lending her a hand and helping
her to her feet. “Follow me,” he said, “I will prove it to
you.”

Veronica regained her balance and followed Grear
through the spaceship and into a room that contained a large metal
chair. At the top of the chair was a glowing red skull cradle.

“When I first touched your head,” he said, “I
downloaded everything in your mind. A digital imprint of every
memory and sensory experience you have experienced, whether or not
you remember it. Our brains, and your brains store this material
like hard drives, and our species has figured out how to access it.
We have collected this data for centuries, compiling a complete
history of mankind, with an individual level of granularity.”

He sat down and put his head into the cradle. He
began to glow the same blue color that could be seen when he
downloaded her memories. Light began to emit from the ground,
displaying a holographic image of his mind, broken into
compartments like a computerized file system.

“Here he said,” directing the device toward his most
recent influx of data. It was her memories; her entire life thus
far occupied only a small fraction of his brain’s capacity. He
accessed it on demand.

The holograph displayed an image of a timeline,
starting at birth to Veronica’s current age of 31, acting as the X
axis, the Y axis showed a bar chart of her memory data associated
with each year in her life.

“This,” he said, “is a categorization of your life’s
memories according to your age. Do you see?” he said, pointing
toward her early years. “There are only small bits of data here.
These are where memories were implanted into your consciousness. If
you had actually lived, there would not be years of empty space
without any data, unless, of course, it was manually erased.”